Long Woes Poems
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When everybody is sleeping
And the night is
dark and silent,
When there is no soul in sight,
Not even a trace of light;
When everyone is
bone weary and helpless,
Lost in their own make-believe
worlds of dreams and fantasies,
Shoving aside all their problems
Forgetting all their cares;
I venture out
into the darkness,
A sack slung over my shoulder,
A lantern in my hand
And sneak a peak
at their troubled souls;
I steal their worries
And I steal their woes,
No one ever knows
No one ever suspects
when stealthily
I whisk their troubles away!
"Soulidified" contest by Verlena S Walker
It's time for me to write again
But then my mind is off and gone
The words are quite a strain
When consciousness is all alone
It's as if my legs itch to walk
But my feet can't stand at all
My tongue is burning to talk
But my words will surely fall
The time has come for me to compose
If only I could find the words
The creative mind with all its woes
Now is just a rusted sword
I seek those things to cheer your life
Bunnies and butterflies and lovely flowers
All I see are visions of strife
Fires and swamps and gloomy showers
If only I could create a line
That would set my soul alight
To unravel this tale of mine
And wash away this lonely night
But alas I sit here all alone
And think of nothing but doom
My mind has wondered off, it's gone
And left me all alone inside my tomb
Rehearsing Hope
When life’s battles seem prevailing.
We take hold of a prevailing hope.
That never fails, though our world may shatter.
We won't be overcome.
By all these highs and lows.
Filled with questions in our depression.
With cries underlining lies, with those whys?
Maybe unwise because of these woes;
That is now taking its toll, so many foes.
Sent to teach us how to endure.
To learn while we grow, slow closer to what we know.
In every season, there's a reason.
The good, we do may go untold.
But still we stand and be bold;
Faced with negativity, mambo jumbo.
Wilderness post triggers trauma.
Those abnormal occasions, with relapse, duration.
Whose battle hymns announce.
Trying to quell, we hear their roars.
If you plan to walk the streets of gold? Until you reach those pearly gates?
Victorious battle!
Keep rehashing hope.
I lay prone above the surface of the earth:
a boundless expanse of ultramarine blue,
gazing at every living and nonliving thing,
the air so clean and pure.
Where are they?
cotton pieces that loiter around
like fluffy soft white bunnies
that scurry around
scattering and wandering playfully:
clouds that float with fleecy wings
oh.. I do not see them today!
It is a beautiful early evening;
As no clouds to obstruct my view,
from above, I could catch a glimpse of
many a poetic mind: dreamy and forlorn
lying on their back in the grass, here and there
within corners of the earth,
staring blank at my vast serene blue
when waves of woes were crashing
at the rocky edges of their mind -
and into a deep trance, they enter.
To ease their distress,
I whisper into the ears of the infinite seas,
to send gentle cool breeze their way
and wake them up from their reverie
with a gentle kiss in their gloomy eyes,
igniting embers of hope in their dreary mind.
As they open their eyes
and wake up from their trance
with many a fresh thoughts to pen -
their muse gets charged
by the charm of my
ultramarine blue inspiration: I become
their unbounded diary of blue pages,
as they now sprinkle their inspired ink
on my vast blue expanse with their
bright gleaming perceptive eyes.
Date: 11/14/2021
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 19 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
"U" Contest, New Poems Only Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
If they had told me black
I would have nodded back,
that solemn knowing kind,
in absolutes, you find.
But now they say it's green,
by conjecture and unseen,
a faintly turquoise hue
perhaps will match my yew.
(Full needled in my yard
It’s stubby trunk most hard;
It’s top of oval bloom
renounces Winter’s gloom)
But later then they say
it turns to red someday
and so with stars it goes
with us to old age woes
And so I sit and think
while sipping on my drink
am I a red or green
in someone’s color scheme?
Or do I get to choose
and wager not to lose
of all the reds and greens
in my garden, I have seen
I think I chose my rose
It’s scent across my nose.
Has never failed me yet
so red is what I bet.
Two people of equal weight
Strong muscles straining
Both suddenly subdued with spiteful hate
Hand and buzzer the winner ordaining
In truth the real sport
Is the judging of the referee
Here the fighters are in his court
And he moves like a boat across the sea
The fact is that he moves across the ring
Slithering and crawling
All waiting for the finial ding
Or the contestants still and sprawling
Striped shirt with logos on either sleeve
Sponsorship like the fighters in the match
Except his own body does he heave
And both rule breakers and winners does he catch
Sometimes moving on head and toes
So he can spot the smallest changes
All to see the joys and woes
And anger’s varied verbal ranges
So, put simply, this is his domain
With the expert eye of a professional chef
He goes through the most entertaining strain
Enjoy watching the ref
*"Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths." Proverbs 3:5-6 of King James Bible
Claiming God’s favor everyday
My soul does seek heavenly ray…
Divine flame functionally shines
And faith beholds miracle signs.
Scheduled plans, though prayed for truly
Sometimes can change so suddenly
Causing angst, confronting my role…
Yet flame of peace comforts the soul.
As internet glitches cause frown
Bringing stress from toes toward crown…
My frustration angsts escalate
Then child laugh-flame makes woes deflate.
Health conscious --- that’s me, I confess
Treating self with gracious duress…
When I get sick, body does rest
Needing strength flames toward work zest.
When busy midst tasks to fulfill
Adrenalin ascends uphill…
Phone rings for a chat delightful
Marked by “The Lord is so faithful.”
With interference-radiance
By the Holy Ghost’s sweet guidance…
I’m preserved, so well-protected
Thankful, sublimely elated.
Listening to the Scriptures preached
My spirit is ardently reached
Since the Lord talks to me, His child
Leading through love, graciously styled
Flame of hope for tenacious stand
Keeps me warm daily in God’s hand
Showing goodness of Almighty
I trust* upon truth’s certainty.
June 22, 2023
1st place, "Writing Challenge - F Words" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 6/23/2023.
Truths were told, yet beatings continue
He knows but he won’t intervene
Cries are heard from the floors below
He hears the damage she causes
et he remains hidden behind mahogany doors
Our lips gasped for air, as her grip tightens
Whispered pleas of repentance from what,
we did not know.
Shadows dance behind doors
An entity lingered with hushed sighs.
TV muffled their screams, desensitized him of
there woes.
His porcelain dolls shedding scarlet tears.
Pillows hollowed out there screams of intense pain.
Through the looking glass, they lay blank stares,
and outstretched hands, reaching...but for who?
He did not intervene.
Strained eyes through keyless holes
Stifled sighs as he did nothing but
Eavesdrop
An orphan dressed in sin stained clothes,
I was lost and without a clue,
until Jesus freed me from all sin's woes,
washed me clean and made me new,
a miracle sure and true.
Like a caterpillar morphs into a butterfly,
I was changed, I was born again.
On wings of faith I now can fly,
no more a slave to sin,
freer than I've ever been.
No longer an orphan, I'm a child of God,
safe and secure in His love,
and while I remain on this earthly sod,
I will fix my eyes on things above,
and rejoice in His unfailing love.
1/16/16
"Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new
creation; the old has gone, the new has come!"
2 Corinthians 5:17
For Olive's "I'm Not Ashamed of the Gospel"contest
5th place
I walk away from the bungalow, sand in my toes
I try to forget you, all the hurt and my woes
Life seems unfair at times, it doesn’t make sense
I thought you loved me, it must have been pretense
I walk along the rocky cliff as I start to head back
As I peer over the cliff the water looks so black
Feeling depressed, I want to jump into the water
My life has been so crazy, would it really matter?
I get closer to the edge and I hear someone yelling
I feel large arms pull me away, it is so compelling
A beautiful man has a hold of me and doesn’t let go
He said I could have been killed, as if I didn’t really know
He grabbed my hands and led me down the rocks
He asked if we could sit, try to relax and have a talk
I said no, and started to argue with some heated strife
He smiled, as he said I would since he just saved my life
We walked to our cars, weirdly parked so close
He said his name is Frank and lives here on the coast
He said he lives alone and wants to bring me there
I agreed, not really caring about myself to have any fear
8/11/19
Contest: Writing Challenge 1, August 2019 - Just Write
Sponsor: Dear Heart